Sylvriss rode forward, more fully into the light. She raised her hand.
The Goraidin and the High Guards saw it first; torches flickering into life out in the surrounding darkness. Yengar looked round quickly. The lights were all around them, each swaying from side to side gently.
Drago followed his gaze, then spun round, his face both fearful and livid. His massive hands twitched around the shaft of his axe.
‘Lay down your weapon, Morlider,’ the Queen said again. ‘Unless you want a dozen arrows in you.’
The lights moved nearer to each other. The circle was closing.
Yengar had seen the Muster in action, both as mass cavalry and individual skirmishers. Their speed, manoeuvrability and discipline were awe-inspiring, and in his mind they were always associated with pounding irresistible p
